originally posted by: Night Star
Jungle adventures? UFO story? Damn, share with the rest of us! Sounds interesting!
originally posted by: BASSPLYR
The story was for kaelci and its hers now. She can do whatever with it as she pleases including posting it here just so long as she fixes my
spelling errors first.
I have completed my task! Haha!
Dave, this story was nearly 2000 words, so two ATS posts. I think we have discovered that if there is a word limit
in the U2U system, we haven't reached it yet! And I am once again amazed that you wrote all of this on a tiny phone screen.
This is Dave's story! Not mine! But I fixed up some spelling errors and linked some things, please enjoy!
When I was a boy in the late 80’s, my parents took me and my sister on a month long trip to Mexico. I’d never been to Mexico before and was an
excited little boy about to see pyramids, I didn’t know what pyramids were but I knew they were exotic and steeped in mystery and adventure.
Life was dark those days and so I guess I felt strongly attached to the idea of escaping my world and was eager to explore Mayan and Aztec ruins,
whatever those were.
So we first land in Mexico City, it was a strange exotic place to me. Different food, art and culture. Everybody speaking a different language.
Although I was familiar with Spanish having grown up in Los Angeles. I still remember vividly the first breath of Mexican air as I stood at the bottom
of the steps from the plane at the airport. The deep thick humid air, the scents and texture to it. It was different from Los Angeles air and
instantly told me everything there was about my new environment.
Mexico City wasn’t what I expected, all I heard was overpopulated and polluted, but I found myself in the back seat of a taxi peering out the window
at hotels and beautiful museums going past as the car sped through narrow congested streets.
I discovered that Mexico City had world class museums, great pride was put into building them as if each one was competing with the next one. I
discovered that at the time Mexican hotels viewed swimming pools as a status symbol, the more the better. One had six pools. They were all different
sizes and depths. I couldn’t understand why six pools, why not just one nice pool instead?
I ate cactus for the very first time, I didn’t like it, but I was a little boy. Now I eat cactus from time to time and actually enjoy it, tastes
like overcooked string beans, not bad really.
We made our way outside of the city to the ancient pyramids of Teotihuacan
It’s located in a valley just outside the city. It contains the pyramid of the moon, avenue of the dead and the monstrous pyramid of the sun at the
far end of a wide avenue lined with smaller temples and ruins. I remember waddling behind an energetic tour guide as fast as my little legs could take
me, eyes like saucers. The tour started at the end of the complex closest to the parking lot by the temple of the dead (hence the street infront of it
called the avenue of the dead) I was in awe of the small pyramid before me. Adorned with carvings of skulls, grotesque monsters, and Aztec gods. I
thought I was at the temple of doom in Indiana Jones or something.
Eventually the tour made its way a few hours later to the main showpiece at the far end of the boulevard. The temple of the sun. Its huge, really
huge. It takes 20minutes to climb. They had to put chains down the steps like vines for people to grab a hold of to help them climb the steep stairs.
I distinctly remember getting bitten by a fire ant for the first time while climbing on my hands and knees. Eventually we made it to the top. Up there
with a panoramic view, there sits the ruins of a little temple no more than 15x15ft. That’s where they sacrificed the people.
We stayed around Central Mexico for another week visiting other Aztec and Toltec ruins before getting on the road and travelling to the Yucatan.
The Yucatan is dense thick jungle with more wildlife than I’d ever seen in my entire life. I remember looking out the hotel window and seeing my
first wild toucan. I was disturbed that it didn’t look like the bird from the froot loops cereal box.
We visited Tulum, and Naranjo, then we got to the giant Mayan city of Chichen Itza
It was a sprawling complex built in a wildgrass plain in a section of cleated jungle. We saw the Mayan ballcourts where spectators used to gather to
watch athletes compete in games similar to soccer and basketball for the honor of being sacrificed to the gods if they won. I climbed around the
uniquely circular “observatory”, a temple built to track Venus.
The center of the complex is a pyramid with rattlesnakes carved down each side. They don’t let you enter the pyramid now but back then they did. I
remember you’d enter it by a tiny door on the side of where the steps of the pyramid landed. Basically the neck of one of the giant rattlesnakes.
The inside was these narrow and very steep stairs that ascended to a small room with a cinnabar painted jaguar that was worshiped. Its red color had
faded and was now pink, as a boy I thought that was funny. I remember the stairs were corroding limestone and very slippery and moist. Even deep
inside the pyramids the jungles moisture and humidity permeate.
We drove further south deeper into the jungles towards Guatemala and Belize.
The highways were straight as arrow and they cut bold lines through the thick carpet of the jungle as far as the eye could see. The government erected
polls on the sides every 100ft or so, so that drug runners couldn’t land their planes using the highways for drop-offs to whatever cartel they were
doing business with.
We’d pass small villages of 20 or so people randomly established here and there on the side of the road, I was shocked when I noticed a dog on a
spit over a fire in one of them, a barefoot family gathered around.
We had to stay in these villages as they had the only lodging around. My sister and I would excitedly run to the motels “pool” only to find that
it was the local watering-hole for the denizens of the jungle. It was guarded by two very territorial 4ft iguanas that would chase you out, swimming
right at you like a torpedo.